SENT FOR THE ALBUM

Dear Sir, you remember, when Herod of Jewry

Had given a ball, how a shocking old fury

Demanded, so bent was the vixen on slaughter.

The head of St. John at the hand of her daughter:

Now do not detest me, nor hold me in dread,

Because, like King Herod, I send you a head:

Not a saint's, by-the-bye, although taken from life,

But a head of my friend, by the hand of my wife.